Tag: imagine
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December 04, 2007 10:56 AM EST --
1] Name the best place you have ever lived.
tough one. I liked Chicago becuase of the gyros, Bloomington because it's become my home, Natchitoches, LA becuase it wasn't too far to . . . more
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February 23, 2008 01:24 PM EST --
Dedicated To Yorgo, For Breathing Life
Through Passion- In-Sound,
To Another Small Indiana Town's Heartvoice,
My French Lick Painting For You
. . . more
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August 27, 2008 10:51 PM EDT --
This is a tree trunk off the parking lot near the Big Meadows Amphitheater at the Shenandoah National Park. I thought it looked really interesting. It looked like a guy's body (bottom half) facing . . . more
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October 18, 2006 10:30 AM EDT --
I am famous… in my daydreams. In my imagination my name is widely known and I can be anyone and anything that I want. Sometimes I'm a best-selling novelist. Sometimes . . . more
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April 24, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet:
John F. Walter
A tinted compulsion,
my soul cravings,
tenuously fleeting penetrations
flowing then withdrawing
moist, inundating essences
into artful quests . . . more
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May 09, 2007 03:07 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Poet:John F. Walter
Silent passages' incomplete trills
stir within the presence of pigments.
Dreamtime backstages foreshadow
unwinged lifelines seeking
siren . . . more
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May 13, 2007 04:44 PM EDT --
Dedicated To My Wandering Poet
Whose Soulsparks Were So Dearly Missed:
John F. Walter
What you hold, beneath my words,
is a place as old as the need
to remember when water was . . . more
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January 15, 2008 11:06 AM EST --
Imagine.
Imagine you have no choice in what time you have to get up in the morning. Maybe you don't even have a choice in what you wear. Imagine not having a choice in what you eat for breakfast. . . . more
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February 20, 2007 10:45 AM EST --
Dedicated To My Poet:John F. Walter
And The Members Of The pre-Simulation Movement.
The chorus' shadows, stripped down,
sing dismembered and re-membered
fragments of unfinished . . . more
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July 05, 2008 09:48 PM EDT --
Just a little ditty...
Written on a lonely Saturday night.
I was
Standing before this world you see
Just knowing that there . . . more
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March 05, 2008 03:04 PM EST --
Dedicated To Jan And Her Heart's Always Blooming Gardens . . . more
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November 26, 2007 04:36 PM EST --
Dedicated To Julian3, Bejeweled Friend
Wide open,
white moon's
unpretentious feasting
frolics forbidden bright
through river's loll. Luxuriously
rustled notes
bare . . . more
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December 02, 2007 10:14 AM EST --
"We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake. Let us use it before it is too late" Marie . . . more
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March 16, 2007 02:03 AM EDT --
Fill in the blank:
Life is more FUN with _________ !
Have some fun, keep it CLEAN, and share with Gather what brings a smile to your life!
Post some photos, too.
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March 26, 2008 06:10 PM EDT --
The road less traveled or the highway known to all. . .
Can I choose both?
I want the path that beckons and the one that hides and the one known only to the road builder. I want high roads . . . more
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May 06, 2008 05:03 PM EDT --
I was listening to John Lennon sing about people living in peace. Here are the lyrics and my thoughts.....
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above . . . more
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February 26, 2007 03:18 PM EST --
Dedicated To My Poet: John F. Walter
The tendency allows visibly beautiful parallels-
my purple velvet dress, admired by Captain Kangaroo,
"Who is that pretty girl in the back...?", . . . more
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April 12, 2007 02:54 PM EDT --
You never see the Muse
sneaking through your gaps,
a witness' quiet murmur chased
through night's reflections,
deepest in the last dreams
before sunrise melts into a careless . . . more
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April 19, 2007 02:16 PM EDT --
A Birthday Poem For Jan Hersh
(Her Birthday is today.... write her a hug!)
(Imagine stanza breaks at the capital letters, every 5 lines. The HTML editor is stingy today!)
Fragments . . . more
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January 05, 2008 12:02 PM EST --
Dedicated To Lips That Never Impart Forevers Into Mere Words
A kiss
belies the sad "certainty"
of mere footsteps' diminishing
dooms, sweeping time away
into toe-tingled . . . more
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